looking upwards

see clarity of blue late-summer sky
a gentle wind moving the tips of trees
silence itself gives every fear the lie

no one in honesty should want to try
to challenge ancient powers on their knees
see clarity of blue late-summer sky

it's morning now night does not yet draw nigh
this is the moment all of us must seize
silence itself gives every fear the lie

there is some order that we may descry
in all the motions of the zephyr breeze
see clarity of blue late-summer sky

from all our sorrows we this beauty pry
in deepest pain to find a place of ease
silence itself gives every fear the lie

the truest pleasure's more than in the eye
both hearts and minds the best of sights must please
see clarity of blue late-summer sky
silence itself gives every fear the lie